Honesty Pants

Quit, Quit, the orchestra of pain seems to sing

Just walk away. No

Sprint, Sprint, quitting is such a cowardly thing

Endure, Endure the birds cry before heading south

But they see warmth. So

Fly, Fly and do not let that word escape from your mouth

Surrender, Surrender the old man states

You cannot win. That

Smoke, Smoke will only suffocate

Speak, Speak, my deceitful heart cries
It is your place. Wait
Believe, Believe, naive enough to buy the lies

So quitting, quitting, here I cause the bell to ring
Walking away. Yes

Sprinting, Sprinting, to quit is not such a cowardly thing.

The last leaf of fall helplessly dangles
In these unforgiving gusts of wind

Hold on, you strong, obstinate root
Don't let your fiery orange color descend

You must remain an accessory to this tree
Otherwise people will not recognize you
Instead they welcome in the winter
And disregard the beautiful autumn hue

Cruelly torn apart, you will be
Frayed beyond the point of recognition
Slowly dissected by such careless words

And winter's prideful ambition